It was a war, and like all wars it was a hell that can only be known by those who lived through it. The glory, the terror, the good and the bad, the pride and the disgrace, the fire, the ice, the mud, the steel and the shit, the laughter and the blood, the courage and the nobility, the cowardice and the just plain get-me-through-this-and-I-shall-not-sin-again-O-God. It was terrible beyond belief. But it was all part and parcel of one mighty, irresistible event in the affairs of men, and when such things happen it’s like a volcanic eruption. The lava flows and destroys all in its path, but eventually it cools and then the lava fields grow green with life. What you must always remember is that all in all, that event was a good thing, Evie, a great and wonderful and magical and blessed thing. Like all that is ultimately good, it has an element of tragedy and horror and sadness, because those aspects of life are all part of the process whereby good must overcome evil in this world.
--“The Hill of the Ravens”, pg 328-329
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